I mount the pentland peak. From nowhere, the bird flies up & up & up Body submerges into Loch Ness. Midnight: stars. And warmth is no thing. Hiking the Old Man of Storr with a Parisian firefighter. Sky. Loch Ness Youth Hostel full of doppelgangers who don't know their facemate Sq. ft. of sunshed on the floor through the window gleams like some undoor Night: rain falls. I fall asleep in Edinburgh for the last time. (Sadness.) Home: night. I watch the rigid ghosts glide across the wall toward the bookstack. I scroll and scroll and scroll and scroll and scroll and scroll and scroll and scroll and In my dream I drank a beer in Edinburgh but Everything was off Birdchirp and poster jumped from wall to ground In bed window rain tree streetlight car I wake with a fast heart and the bird Song Swung my underwear at the ladybug but it crawled into the lamp Shooing ladybug out of the window I spilled the spitcup's gross spit Time opening and the faraway highway gush in a room of lamps Jesse Welles appeared in my dream and then he left I dreamed Lucien and I hiked to a secret airport in Boulder after months I remember the blue gumball Type day make you believe in God Idk if the cabin in the valley is empirical fact Charlie thrashed so hard he shucked off his collar and bolted to the street One horse ate another on the beach He will grow up to do the impossible trick: make a real ball float.
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